Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mexico and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Cabaret Voltaire to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
The Skatalites,
Suburban Knight,
Pharoah Sanders,
Judy Mowatt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Byrd,
Joensuu 1685,
10cc,
a-ha,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Litter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roy Ayers,
Hardrive,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed,
Arab on Radar,
cv313,
Unrelated Segments,
Jandek,
The Sound,
The Seeds,
Bluetip,
Reagan Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Monks,
Spoonie Gee,
Curtis Mayfield,
Clear Light,
Fat Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Organ,
Hot Snakes,
Guru Guru,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Smog,
Inner City,
World's Most,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fluxion,
Colin Newman,
Fatback Band,
The Fall,
Malaria!,
The Misunderstood,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Faraquet,
Mr. Review,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.